February 4, 2015

face the day...


I wake up
after a few or many hours,
sometimes struggling to
face the day.

Sometimes I talk to myself
or give myself Reiki
to gather what's needed to
face the day.

I give thanks for the sleep
and thanks for today
even if it feels hard to
face the day.

'Cause even when stuff's hard
and I bitch and resist,
I'm thankful for the good.
Gratitude's how I roll.

Mornings have never been
my time.
I'm a night owl by nature
not a morning early bird.

But I know some days that's not
what's really going on
when it comes to my struggle to
face the day.

Sometimes it's just hard,
so fucking hard,
just to get up and
face the day.

I sit on the side of the bed
or stand up beside it,
my feet on the ground
to help ground me.

Surround me with your protection,
I whisper
or say silently
or way out loud.

The volume doesn't matter,
because you know
my heart-words
even if I don't speak them.

Reaching up I ask for your light
and your love and your healing
to fill me completely
and ground me to earth.

The soles of my feet
kiss the earth that's the floor
and I ask for mama's energy
to nourish me.

I stay there not moving
until I know for sure
I'm firmly connected
to heaven and to earth.

As above, so below.
As within, so without.
And I take a deep breath and I
face the day.




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